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Evening had faded to dusk. Dutero warmed his paws before a lantern, sitting back comfortably in the corner of his modest yurt. Though he didn't admit to himself he was waiting, he certainly had hope that cute Anatoly would peer his head through the half-open curtain of the yurt with a smile, eyes curious and benign. At breakfast, he never considered his fortunes might turn out this way but... he puffed on a wide fik and remembered his crazy day. He couldn't help but smile to himself a bit...

After the "incident" with Hakon, he'd felt obliged to talk more frankly with Anatoly about the nature of their unit. Even more so, he thought, the pup should understand the culture the warriors around him came from and the ideals they represented in battle. Partially he felt a debt to inform the confused young fox and remove the atmosphere of intimidation he sensed from the wanton hunger behind probing eyes in the unit. The pup was clearly unfamiliar with their customs back at their home.

Above that, however, it was Hakon whom Dutero truly sought out to protect. Gloebis and company would be back soon enough, and the Li'ka would no doubt be enraged if a tearful Anatoly complained how a lustful Hakon had frightened him, groped him without permission, and how it all became a camp-wide distraction. To Dutero though, Hakon was a good friend. True, he was a lustful son of the kingdom. Apparently, he received his great dire wolf father's more insatiable and ferocious characteristics. He was the type that kept himself half-drunk or half-high all the time, and the combined hedonistic haze half-covered the fact he was also usually at least half-unwashed; he intimidated some, kept most at a distance anyway. Yet, behind his rough edges, the sagacious graymuzzle saw Hakon as generally well-intentioned, a valued comrade.

Properly restrained, his cavalier personality was a gift from the gods for many a fellow soldier - Dutero himself included. Half a long decade had passed, but he still remembered clearly how Hakon had bashed in the skulls of three barbarian scoundrels, their ring leader pressing a blood-stained dull blade to his own death-expecting neck. Under the fur, he could still feel a slight scar where that rusty blade had drawn blood. Feeling it out with his calloused paw as they walked the perimeter, he could remember the smell of the dirt, sweat, blood, and fresh grass. His eyes had been closed, shellshocked by the time he heard a younger Hakon shout in fury, and when he opened them to see the dark wolf's determined figure extending a paw to help him up, all he could do for a split second was smile at the glory of living another day. Dinner that night had felt like a gift. A tight, unspoken bond with Hakon was formed that day and fleshed out in conversations in years to come.

Then there was the dark wolf's complaint: their culture. Reasonably eloquently, he'd already made his case that the men at the hold share everything. The older ones, like Dutero, had mentored (and sometimes loved) a whole slew of new recruits through the years. Just as they were sworn to protect the weak among their population, so too did the bonds naturally formed from aged wolves to the more youthful battlers (and among each other) help cement them as a band. In this way, the group sort of helped raise soldiers like a family. Half of them had bedded other males by the time they were Anatoly's age, and the other half were not far to follow. Alcaeus, in contrast, was teased because he never had a taste for males - being exclusively heterosexual was a rarity in the unit. When Dutero explained this to young Anatoly, he'd seemed quite surprised - in his own farming society, succumbing to the physical love and protection of another male was shameful.

Slowly, and with the gentle but masterful politic that cemented his position as right-hand to the Li'ka, Dutero tried to help the boy understand why Hakon had groped him. They paced the perimeter a few times, serving no camp duty as the elder wolfdog so enjoyed conversing with the pup. He talked straightforwardly about male-male relationships and ethical code in the capital. "I know you were afraid of Hakon, but what he said is partially true," Dutero finally tried to convince Anatoly. "None of them want to harm you. Back home, it is not wrong to admire a cute foxyote like you the way Hakon did. In fact, there's dogs like Gloebis 'n Hakon 'n I, we take real joy in seeing a cute pup like you serving drinks or...washing tables...or cleaning our clothes. There are wealthy families that have servants like that - like you are for Gloebis here...if anyone here truly defiled you, the punishment could be death."

They stopped walking for a second when the wolfdog had said this. Anatoly stared back at him, unsure with his muzzle tilted every so slightly to the side. It was all quite a revelation. Dutero looked away contemplatively, finding words. "I know it may seem hard to believe, but that wolf....he's a little bit of a party animal. He's saved a lot of lives, though. I know he scared you, pup, but he's just one of us...like Gloebis and I."

Dutero knew full well that the dire wolf, Anatoly's heartthrob, would come down with real malice upon Hakon if things didn't get resolved at least a little bit before he returned. Even if it was "justice" in the code, Dutero couldn't bear to see proud Hakon whipped to shame in front of his fellow soldiers - many of whom idolized his defiant individualism. He had a kind of brotherly love for both Gloebis and the accused dark wolf. To see their rage upon each other would be tragic - it would be hard for him to stand by the order.

Each time Anatoly smiled and replied with enthusiasm to his explanation, it gave the graymuzzle a bit more hope. He could tell the foxyote was coming around. Kind explanation, letting the pup ask his curiosities, was going a long way. So, when Anatoly giggled shyly to Dutero's explanation, looking away with a hard blush, the elder grinned to himself, blushed slightly but kept gaze. "I can see why Gloebis loves you so much. You really are... adorable."

The now-afternoon sun was, by now, glimmering down through the trees upon them, and the way the sunlight would reflect off his soft, more vulpine fur, almost like a glare, made it apparent to Dutero how angelic the youth could really be. When he sank into trusting Dutero, his voice became a gentle, relaxed coo. The pup prodded inquisitively, but balked every time the topic began to dwell on sex. Dutero bashfully experienced much joy at the shy pup's blushes, but was always there with comforting words and a supportive pat on the back whenever Anatoly needed encouragement.

"So, I never have to be with them, if I don't want?" Anatoly had asked.

"No, no, of course not! But, you'll be doing chores among all of us. Don't be surprised if a few of the men tell you you're pretty...." He chuckled to himself and added, "Now, they might use some other words, but..."

"And... you really promise no one like Hakon will make me do anything?" On the streets in his town, and in many of the local farming towns, sodomy was a shameful punishment put on begging boys like himself by uncouth criminals. Even if he'd managed by untouched, the memory was heavy with him.

"I promise. Hakon is going to get in very bad trouble when your love gets home..." Dutero looked down to Anatoly, and behind his cautious authority there was a pleading. "Please try to forgive Hakon, pup. He's a dirty dog, but....the noble ones like me, we'll keep him in line. I know it's hard for you to see, but...he was just being stupid."

Anatoly - desirous of protection - still disliked and feared the dark wolf, but to this he had nodded thoughtfully. Anxious as the pup could be, he genuinely hated being the ruckus of the camp, and in his innocence he certainly didn't want to be responsible for the beating of anyone - even his molester.

After the climax of their discussion, the two had chatted a while longer until Dutero's other work called him away and the pup was again directed into his world as a camp servant. The wolfdog murred to himself, remembering the glint of sunlight off the adorable pup's brow. His trusting smile when they parted washed away sense of earlier's stale tears, and the sight resonated freshly in the soldier's memory.

"So...with the little change in yer' duties, I think it'd be appropriate if you helped with the camp laundry today." Dutero had asked in a commanding sort of way. "Is that alright, cutey-pup?" He added, winking at the beauty half-shyly. Anatoly agreed and giggled to himself with an unseen blush.

With his flattered demeanor, Dutero knew he'd had an effect on the young pup. He grinned at the pup, stroked "I'll tell you what Anatoly - if Gloebis is still gone when eve comes, and you're done with your work in camp....You can find me in my yurt after sundown. I'd love to talk some more if you find yourself curious. You're always welcome"

After a bit of eye contact and what the graymuzzle speculated was a diffident nod. Anatoly caught the look in Dutero's eye and immediately looked away excitedly, for he could tell Dutero wanted to see more of him. As well, the elder could tell that it made him feel flattered, loved, and wanted - as it had with Gloebis.

And so, here it was - evening - and despite best efforts he couldn't distract himself from hopeful reverie. Instead, his preoccupation (under fair stress from a hungry libido) had distracted him from being prepared for the pup should he actually show up. "Shit!" he thought to himself as he quickly undressed. The place was a mess, and so was he. He hurriedly pulled a water bucket over; inside it was a sponge, and he began trying to wash himself with great haste...

When Anatoly had agreed to do the camp's laundry, he did it both out of obligation and under Dutero's charm. Removed from the presence of the warm graymuzzle, though, standing over the piles of musky rags, cloaks, and loins was much more intimidating. The foxyote, so unseasoned in understanding his own fascination with some of the big warriors in the camp, was strangely repulsed and fascinated with their scents on the clothes. Sorting Gloebis' laundry had made him feel strangely secure, for it was his aroma that now smelled like home, like love - and sometimes like sex.

Now in it's place, the smell of the men on their garments, their bodies (and sometimes, their sex), was like the unfolding of an erotic mystery to the youth. Holding a loincloth in his paw, he had kept it away from his face because the smell was so familiar - a particular silver wolf he remembered whose only passing gesture was a lewd grunt as he licked his lips. The smell of his cock, his sweat on the cloth made the pup shutter. The scent of Gloebis felt notably absent; still not returned from his short trip.

Another caught his attention which brought a deep red blush to his cheeks as his tail tucked. Hakon's loincloth still even had a little spot mark from where his aroused pre had earlier leaked. The smell on his garb was the same as the smell towering over him, distinct and strong. He imagined the gruff paw groping so matter-of-factly, startled back to reality, and quickly added the loin to the wash bucket, going on as if nothing happened as he scolded himself inside for sporting a stiff sheath.

In this awkwardness, he nearly forgot about Dutero's invitation, and at any rate he lost some confidence. Yet the boy was more and more affected by his loneliness and vulnerability in Gloebis' absence. He deeply longed to be held tight and comforted, to have his soft form cuddled close. Going to Dutero was still a little outside his comfort zone, but Anatoly's budding trust for him was already second only to his regard for Gloebis. After a late dinner, he inevitably found himself wandering nervously towards the vice-captain's yurt.

When he finally peered his adorable head in the entrance way, he caught a wide glimpse of Dutero's muscled, beefy thighs and ass, naked as he hurriedly sponged himself. A blush flowered crimson on his puppish cheeks and he scampered out the entryway shyly, without a word.

Dutero immediately turned his head to catch the ghost of a young foxyote sneaking back through the agape curtain. "Uh..wha-oh - wait!" he called in consternation. He leaned his torso out the doorway and saw the boy standing only a few paces away, looking like he didn't know what to do.

"I was just washing pup, I'm done now - you can come inside if you like." - and he smiled at the blushing beauty who gaze the same diffident nod he had earlier. As the youth walked back in the doorway, Dutero added, "most of the men are nude around each other half the time, don't let any of us bother you."

"Okay," Anatoly replied abidingly.

"In fact, no one'll ever cry foul if you decide to walk around showing that cute body of yours off either, not even Alcaeus" the wolfdog added with a soft but hearty chuckle, his paw reaching out to pat the foxyote's head. For a moment the two shared an awkward smile. Dutero went for eye contact but the pup looked down and away.

"Please, Anatoly, go ahead and take a seat." - He pointed to the seat in the corner where he'd reclined earlier. In front of it was a wood stool which he used to prop up his feet in relaxation. Anatoly, not of a mind to take the elder's seat, sat down on the stool and looked up at Dutero, who softly stroked behind the foxyote's ears before taking the seat in front of him.

"Thank you," the sweet voice spoke up to him, and it softened his heart.

"So, pup, you were curious to talk more?"

"Yeah," the boy spoke quietly. He was trying to pin down what question to ask, for in truth he just wanted to hear Dutero's thick voice reassuring him again.

"What do you want to hear about? Would you like to hear about King Aexis and the old dire wolf family? Or, about the wise grimmonk and-"

"Would you tell me about your family?" the soft voice came again. Dutero came to a pause, leading the pup to frightfully add, "err, I'm sorry I interrupted you sir," looking down a bit. Dutero himself looked away a second.

"No no, you're fine, pup. It's just," He turned muzzle to smile broadly but half-falsely at the beautiful foxyote sitting before him. "I didn't expect you to ask that."

It didn't take but a moment for Dutero to reflect sadly on the nature of Anatoly's question. The foxyote clung so insecurely to Gloebis - and now, to him. Even though he held the potential of a young canine - he could even fight some day if he really wanted - he was sweet of heart and mind, small of body. What little Dutero knew from the Li'ka about the pup's kin painted an unclear picture of an absent family. The hopeful look the pup had held in his eyes when he interrupted Dutero's offer said it all.

The wolfdog huffed and lit up a small fik; "Well pup...I'd love to tell you about my family. But, that stool you're sitting on - it doesn't look too comfortable. Would ya'...like to come up and sit in my lap?"

Dutero himself seemed shy, for a second, that the boy might say no. Even though he'd bedded pups before, Gloebis had stumbled upon a real gem, and his neophyte anxiety only served to heighten the protective urge swelling within the second-in-command as it had with his comrade.

The offer surprised Anatoly, who blushed and smiled at the graymuzzle - "I, uh...sure"

-and without delay, strong paws reached out and lifted up the unsuspecting boy, setting him into the warrior's warm lap. He propped his footpaws back up on the stool and reclined with Anatoly against him, his paws petting on the younger's belly in gentle touches. Conversation for a moment forgotten, the little beauty leaned back and the two let their unspoken affection break the ice for itself. The foxyote's soft petite muzzle rested on Dutero's thick chest, and the boy noticed that Dutero's smell helped calm him a bit, too.

He looked up at the veteran soldier's loving gaze, and it made his heart burn. He soaked it up as hungrily as he ate that first meal in the Li'ka's yurt. Holding that feeling for a moment, he felt pulled by a stinging regret - he hoped Gloebis would not be too mad. He broke their silence, whispering timidly to the wolfdog who now held him close, "will Gloebis be mad at you for this?"

"For what? For keeping a smile on that pretty muzzle?" - Dutero quipped back, smiling with confidence as he continued to stroke the boy's soft fur.

"No, for..."

"Why?" - though he was beginning to sense the pup's intention. Anatoly went quiet again. Dutero tried to anticipate his query.

"Listen close pup...Gloebis is like a brother to me. We love each other. He entrusted leadership of the camp to me while he was out; including you. He won't scold you for trusting me, letting me hold you like this."

"But I-"

"Anatoly, the Li'ka entrusts me to hold you like this...and the smart dog, I am sure, knows well enough I couldn't hold a ray of light like you in my paws without falling in love. Gloebis won't feel betrayed, 'cause he knows I'd never take you from him. And, unless you'd rather part with my company, I promise I'm not going anywhere either."

Through his resolute reply, Dutero kept petting the pup's side with a surprisingly soft touch. He knew he'd calmed the pup by the way his smooth, young form relaxed again into him as he fell silent. It took a few moments for the words to sink in.

"You said...you love me?"

"Oh, of course I do, pup." Dutero boomed back without delay. "You're a wonderful boy, gorgeous, with a soft touch - and now, in the family of one of my brothers here, you're my family too." The wolfdog smiled, hugging Anatoly close with a grin as the younger silently melted into his embrace.

The soft but desperate grip of the boy's arms hugging him tight was an affirmation of the effect his words had. For a moment, the only sound hanging in the humid, lantern-warmed air of the yurt was their breathing, a perfect off-time melody. Muffled against the soldier's body, the pup's sweet voice spoke up, "then I love you too."

Dutero grinned uncontrollably as he felt his heart for a moment overtaken, squeezing the vulpine youth almost uncomfortably tight for a second as he let his feelings roll out in a deep murr. Then, he pet firmly down the boy's back as the youth let out a clumsy attempt at a murr himself. Dutero chuckled aloud. Another silent pause settled in for a second as the wolfdog inhaled the young, beautiful aroma of the foxyote in his paws. He didn't want to press too far but, he knew, despite Gloebis, the pup was his tonight - he could smell it, see it, and hear it. He kept the boy close as he leaned his graymuzzle down and whispered, "I...promise I'm not the only wolf here who feels that way, either."

Anatoly looked up to Dutero and nodded silently. He knew what the wolfdog had said, but at the moment was more focused on being held by this warrior of the hold. Their eyes met again and the boy looked away; but this time the elder dog asked with brusque sweetness, "can I look at your eyes, boy?"

Anatoly then looked up and held a gaze into the older warrior's chocolate brown eyes while the other beheld the pup's own soft mahogany. Each smiled warmly until Anatoly broke into a shy giggle - his cheeks flushed red in a blush.

"Aww, so cute," Dutero half-teased, grinning freely as he tickled the pup's side. The foxyote blushed and giggled but stayed close to Dutero, writhing here and there from the tickles as he soaked up the attention. "Mmmmm, pup's enjoying..." he teased on.

When the two laid still again, the boy took in a gentle breath of the bigger wolfdog's smell, wrapping himself in the soldier's loving intent. Dutero witnessed this and, still feeling more playful, pushed Anatoly's unsuspecting muzzle under a warm armpit. "Plenty more in there, lil' pup," he teased - his sheath was stiff by now, too, though he paid no mind to it.

Anatoly, for his part, was both embarrassed and surprised, and somewhere in between the two quite aroused. The thirty-or-so seconds Dutero softly held his head in that warm wolfdog musk-cavern was enough time to emerge rubbed with the elder's scent, blushing but also smiling. A shoddy sponge bath could only do so much. Dutero, for his part, was enthralled that Anatoly seemed to, beneath his embarrassment, enjoy the treatment. He had a special thing for marking pups, and he licked his lips at the thought. He felt guilty that the scent of Hakon, still lightly present on him, brought back so many good memories and further tempted his cock.

As he gazed at the beauty's slender form before him, Dutero slowly placed his paws against Anatoly's hips, one claw under the side of his loincloth. He whispered to the pup, "may I?" although his hard sheath was already out against Anatoly's body. Flattered and completely in submission to Dutero's love, the boy nodded abidingly, cooing his enjoyment. He was sure the older wolfdog could see his little hard sheath; and the fact he could feel and smell how much Dutero enjoyed the sight of him drooling and musking against him didn't bother him one bit. It only drew him in closer.

Strong paws pulled the loincloth from him and began stroking the crease of his hip, as Hakon had. This time though the excitement was perfect - every inch of the graymuzzle's touch further excited the boy. Anatoly knew that if Dutero asked his muzzle, or paws, he wouldn't deny him; and the more he began to grind his cock against him, the more Anatoly knew it was 'when', not 'if'. The lantern-warm part of the room began to hang with the warrior's scent.

He gazed down at the beauty and delighted as his firm paws groped, felt, and explored the pup's beauty. Quite impeccable indeed, he thought. Anatoly's fresh scent complemented tight, fuzzy balls and a dainty tailhole which the older male could tell had only been taken a few times. The sight made him shiver; his cock pulsed. For a few minutes, the graymuzzle just laid there, enjoying each moment as the cute pet his mature belly and tried to massage training-sore muscles. Every few moments, Dutero would murr back, his admiring (and lustful) gaze a constant gesture of approval.

When he did decide to cave in, it was no mystery that he would. Even the more innocent pup could recognize a thick, hungry-drooling wolf penis when he saw one, and with shy pretense far removed, the boy gave no resistance to Dutero's advances. The intimidating girth of Dutero's oversized malehood aroused young Anatoly yet more. The paw against his smaller balls was also quite welcome - as it drifted to finger the edge of his tailhole, it made him shiver. Even when he was a little nervous, he found himself excited in giving his trust to such a big, strong dog. The wolfdog's particularly pungent scent was also one the queer little pup enjoyed. Anatoly found himself merely waiting for the vice-captain to ask more of him.

Sure enough, it was not long until he did - though not with his voice. Rather, Dutero's gruff paws took the pup by his sides and gently guided him down until his muzzle was low enough to press into the warrior's crotch. With only a brief gaze as unspoken consent, the wolfdog pressed Anatoly's face and muzzle into his musky crotch. He panted lightly, watching the young servant react. The sight of the small muzzle tuckered in close against his balls was glorious to him, and for a moment he almost drooled.

"Why don't you lick a little, boy?" Dutero asked of the beauty between his thighs. He grinned and growled under his breath. Sure enough, the velvety foxyote tongue came lapping out at his balls and groin. The thought of the pup's reaction to tasting him only stirred his cock further. He saw a bead of precum forming at his tip and murred deeply as one of his paws guided the tip to rub it on Anatoly's soft head.

"Mmm, good pup," Dutero reassured. "So adorable...."

The wolfdog wished to extract a bit more play out of the pup before he blew his load, although he knew he couldn't last too long. "Now pup," he nosed his muzzle towards his footpaw, propped on the wood stool. "would you lick that for me too."

Dutero knew he might be pushing it; Gloebis was a horndog himself, but he knew the Li'ka had probably kept the kinkier parts of his sex life away from Anatoly thus far. The pup pulled away from the warm crotch. The warrior watched closely. Indeed, the he could see by the surprised, half-revolted look on the foxyote's face as he approached his footpaw that it was the first time he'd ever been asked to do it. Yet, the grinning wolfdog thought, he also knew little queer pups enough to know he'd secretly enjoy it.

"That's it, pup," he encouraged.

For the first little warm lap, Anatoly scrunched his nose and muzzle up in anticipated disgust, but the actual experience of tasting Dutero's footpad didn't live up to his stigma, so by a few moments he was licking casually. The hulky veteran growled under his breath, giving way to a deep murr. He reached his paw down to stroke his drooling cock as he watched the attention - length half-out and expanding.

"Goood boy, that's really nice," he spoke lowly, but with a sweet encouragement to it. He was genuinely thankful - such a night with the Li'ika's new sweety was like a gift from the gods.

He began to stroke his tool too enthusiastically, noticed himself about to cum early, and removed paw from himself, huffing. "Okay boy, that's enough...thank you."

Anatoly was kneeling before him, looking up as if awaiting further instructions. Even without his stroking, he could tell he would be quick to cum, and gazing at the pretty pup's face , his soft fur glowing in dim lantern light, he knew just the spot.

"Would you come lick on my cock tip a bit over here, pup?" Dutero asked bluntly; Anatoly responded without protest, scooting in and reaching his muzzle in close. "Go ahead and rub me with your sweet little paws, if you will....won't be long, boy," he added in the same tone. When they caught gazes, Dutero smiled, but the lust in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Anatoly moved in closer, inhaling another strong whiff of Dutero's libidinous, engorged cock. Dutero pushed his paw in for a moment, nudging Anatoly out of the way as he did. He tugged his sheath past an expanding knot, so that the entire length was throbbing there for the boy to play with. "There you go, pup."

Now, with Dutero sitting back looking at him in anticipation, the boy placed his soft paws against the throbbing cock's base and began to tug and stroke ever so softly. The warrior's tool drooled slick salty pre which trickled down onto Anatoly's petite paw, matting the fur tufts between his toes. He watched as the youth's muzzle began to suckle at his tip, murring with satisfaction. The combination of that hot, tight maw and the young paws stroking him had him right back at the edge of cumming in under a minute. There was just one thing...

"Anatoly, go ahead and just lick at my tip...."

A deep pleasure was rising up from within the wolfdog; his balls had drawn tight. When the petite muzzle was sitting in position in front of the cock tip, Dutero looked down to admire the sight a last time before defiling it. Anatoly was licking like he wanted the load as bad as the warrior wanted to give it all up. "Mmmmm, don't...stop," Dutero growled out a last time while his cock began to pulse.

Anatoly licked only once more before thick, hot streams of cum shot with great force against his muzzle, tongue, and all over his face. The pup could barely close his eyes in time when a thick shot matted his entire cheek. Two gruff paws gripped him by the ears, holding him in position to be soiled. As the orgasm seemed to be waning, the boy could hear Dutero's voice from above; "lick it all up, boy..."

-and he did, licking the last few drizzled streams of cum from the cock until it hung spent, its owner panting in satisfaction gazing down at the puerile form dripping in his semen. "Thank you, Anatoly, thank you very much," he huffed out thankfully. Yet the sight of the soiled pup only inspired him. He'd have to wash the foxyote a bit as it was, anyway...

"Go ahead and close your eyes again a second, cutey," Dutero told him with a wink. The boy looked back up - though he wasn't sure he thought he had an idea what was about to happen. A hot stream of the vice-captain's piss rolled down against his head, face, chest, and onto the ground. Most of the liquid rolled off his fur, but enough sank in to leave him wet. Anatoly's folded ears dripped yellow pee onto the ground, and although he felt firmly like property of the hold's wolves, he didn't mind at the moment at all. In between his own lithe thighs, his modest erection was still excited by everything the graymuzzle had done.

"Mmm...such a good boy." Dutero congratulated as the stream trailed away and Anatoly opened his eyes once more. "You know how to make a dog like me...very happy," he said, broken here and there by the heavy breaths of an almost overpowering afterglow.

Spent and satisfied, Dutero felt ready to pass out in post-orgasmic bliss, but he remembered Anatoly hadn't got to cum and the warrior knew he should finish him off. Besides, the sight of the cutie's little body wriggling around in pleasure would be more than worth the effort.

"I'm sorry for the mess, lovely," Dutero cooed to the sweet foxyote.

"It's ok," Anatoly accepted gently as ever, smiling up to the wolfdog who awaited him with a grateful grin. Libido sated for the moment, the deep emotions Dutero had begun to feel for Gloebis's blushing boy returned and for a moment filled his stomach with restless butterflies.

"Did you enjoy?" Anatoly quietly inquired, and before his last breath could finish the elder replied,

"Oh, did I ever! You're something very special, Anatoly..."

The pup blushed and smiled, happily feeling wanted. "I...well.....thanks," he at last settled on, smiling timidly to Dutero, who smiled back high and lovestruck.

"I want to make sure you have a good time, too, though," his voice spoke back to Anatoly, who tilted his muzzle. The wolfdog looked at the ground by the seat - it was dirty with urine and a few spots of drizzled cum. "...we can go ahead and get on the bed -" He paused, remembering courtesy - "that is, if you are willing to spend the night here, with me..."

Anatoly could hardly imagine sleeping anywhere else anyway, and he agreed emphatically. "May I...stay here until Gloebis gets back?" the pup soon asked further.

"Of course," Dutero beamed as he sat down on the bed padding, "you're always welcome in here. Now come on and sit here with me." - he patted the bedding in between his legs. Obediently, Anatoly padded over and carefully sat exactly where Dutero asked. Familiar paws pulled his form in closer, until he felt the warrior's breathing chest snug on his back, arms holding him close.

"Thank you," the quiet pup whispered. He continued shyly but sonorously, "I've been lonely without him."

"Aww, well you're always welcome to find me if you're lonely, as long as I'm around." - thick paws returned to petting the boy's fuzzy belly. One of them, though, began fondling his sheath instead. The boyish half-murr the pup uttered then had a sort of perfect, secret innocence to it. Dutero sighed and smiled transcendentally merely to behold it then, equally as sweet as any bitterness life's cruelty could produce. He wanted to hear that dulcet voice moan.

"Now do you mind if I paw you off?" the warrior asked plainly, smiling caringly into Anatoly's . "I think you'll really enjoy it."

Gloebis had well made sure that the adorable boy was quite familiar with being pawed off by now, and Anatoly knew what was up. His member still ached for it from earlier, so that it only took a few moments of groping before the satiny-smooth sheath stood erect, a modest pink member peaking out from it. By the time Anatoly was responding to the question, his short, deep breaths and clenching paws had answered for him.

Dutero chuckled aloud, "oh, you sweet thing, you're so adorable..." - and indeed he was. His soft foxlike body was clenching up clumsily off-pace with the elder wolfdog's experienced paw, and the way his little toes curled upon such perfect footpaws...Dutero was getting hard again at the sight. He withdrew the stroking paw from Anatoly's sensitive tool and wet it down with canid drool before without question returning it to its duty.

For the pup, the experience was wonderful. Something about the way Dutero handled him so casually, with experience and firmness despite their kind exchanges, turned him on in a way he couldn't yet understand. The drool was warm against his tool, and it brought the sensitive little member closer to climactic bliss.

The spit against him did a piss-poor job of lubricating the stroking, but it was another excuse for Dutero to get his body fluids on this most precious servant of the camp. Mostly, he kept the boy on the edge of orgasm so he could watch his smaller form squirm around euphorically at the will of his touch. As he'd wished earlier, the soft voice began to moan out, and the older wolf growled back to encourage the boy on.

After a few minutes of sustained tease, the graymuzzle stroked his paw without stopping along the boy's member. He could feel the dainty, soft balls draw tight...such a wonderful feeling it was to behold. Anatoly's slender foxyote muzzle was agape with the pleasure, panting in between delicate moans. Dutero could see the pleasure written on that cute face as it strained up and began to huff into a few grunts.

"Good boy!" He urged him on. In Dutero's large paw, the youth's tool drizzled three small lines of translucent cum, body contracting a little bit each time his loins drew up tight. The elder could only admire it in the dim half-light produced by the dying lantern. Most of the details in the young beloved's form were suspended in the shadows, but Dutero already knew they were there intuitively and carnally. Within moments that body grew still in a pup's afterglow. His eyes grew hooded and started to fall shut completely.

The wolfdog watched serenely, but after a moment woke Anatoly up with a nudge. He licked the fresh pup-cum off his strong paw and brusquely teased, "Don't go fallin' asleep yet pup, you've still got to rim me before bed...." - he then chuckled and winked, a paw scratching idly at the beauty's chest.

"What do you mean?" the youth uttered tiredly, tilting his head.

Dutero blushed and grinned again as he reclined completely and laid his head back against a makeshift pillow. He pulled the pup snugly against his side so that the youth's head was cradled in the wolfdog's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, I can tell you about it tomorrow..."

Anatoly was falling asleep again anyway. It was the most secure he'd felt since Gloebis left. Dutero, though, found himself harboring a furtive hope. Having company so close reminded him of how lonely it was without it. It would be wonderful, he thought, if Gloebis was another day late....give them another night together. A chilly draft blew in from under the curtain entrance; the sound of the night patrol plodding around somewhere in camp seemed to blemish the otherwise perfect silence between the foxyote's gentle breaths. Regardless, he knew he'd be asking Gloebis for permission to 'visit' them soon...Beyond his control, he put the thought aside soon to let himself find such fantasy in the dreams of his slumber.